Chapter Hundred-five
Normality's End! Superheroics and Meetings with God!
A lot had changed over the course of seven years. Despite not keeping to his training as diligently as he could, Gohan was still the most physically powerful being on the planet. Thanks to expert marketing and presentation, Hercule Satan had made himself the most famous man on the planet. The real winner over the last seven years, of course, was Bulma, who was now the wealthiest and, practically speaking, actual most powerful person on the planet. She had finally been able to mass produce scouters and body armor for huge emergency response and military contracts respectively and her work to crack Gero's work with the androids and the nanites used in Lapis and Lazuli had led to an explosion in beneficial medical technologies including prosthetic limbs and medical nanites that fought and eradicated nearly all maladies and injuries. Best of all, Bulma had been able to scale up the infinite energy reactor that powered Lapis and Lazuli and machines that had been once designed for death and destruction now provided free, clean energy to nearly everyone on Earth. It was a golden time of prosperity.
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"Damn it," Yamcha groaned under his breath as he flipped through the newspaper while sitting at the kitchen table. "Just… damn it!" Chi-Chi caught the tail end of his mutterings as she came in from dropping the twins off at school that morning.
"What's wrong?" she asked as she put her arms around his shoulders. Then she noticed something in the sports section that caught her eye. "Is that… Puar?" she asked, pointing to a picture of the floating cat standing on a race track and holding up a large trophy while his pit crew poured champagne on his head.
"Yeah," Yamcha said with a shrug. "He's been a pretty successful formula one racer for a while now. Of course now the problem is that the governing body in charge of the races is cracking down to see whether or not being able to turn into a car is an unfair advantage. If it is, he'll lose his license until he learns how to drive normally."
"Is that what you're upset about?"
"Nah," Yamcha assured her. "Puar'll be fine; the guy's got like twelve different jobs. It's this," Yamcha said as he folded the paper back up and gestured to the front page.
"A Four Color Future?" The headline asked in bold with a subtitle that said "Extraordinary People in the Wake of Extraordinary Times." Under the headline were a series of full-color photographs of caped and costumed superheroes that populated the various major cities.
"Ever since Hercule gave that whole 'no such thing as limits' interview seven years ago, other heroes have started popping up all over the place. Thankfully none of them have shown up in North City yet— I guess that's our turf— but it's still frustrating since all of them work for free." Yamcha sighed and gave his wife a rueful smile. "Guess we'll have to get real jobs now," he said playfully.
"Well," Chi-Chi suggested, "You could always try sports."
"I could have," Yamcha agreed. "Back before I fought Piccolo or the Saiyans and before this whole hero thing made my abilities public knowledge. On paper, I could sign with any team I wanted because as soon as I show up, the game's pretty much over. Buuut," Yamcha continued, "No one'll hire me because I'll get blocked from the field cause, well, the game's over as soon as I show up." He sighed and shook his head. "I mean, it could be worse. Right now the strongest of these guys could have maybe won the 21st Budoukai. We're just lucky none of these guys have any real power."
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"Mother! Goten! I'm home!" Gohan called as he opened the front door. He'd gone up to the Lookout to say hi to Mr. Piccolo and Dende and catch up. It had been a few months since Gohan had seen them last. Dende had finally hit whatever the Namekian growth spurt age was and was almost as tall as Gohan now. Goten came charging out of her room and nearly tackled her big brother through the wall as she excitedly leaped into his arms.
"Big Bro!" Goten cried happily as Gohan laughed and held her up over his head. "We learned about mom in class today!"
"You did?" Gohan asked as he let her down onto the ground, only for her to rush around his feet in a circle, hopped up on young energy and probably a few more fruit snacks than she should've had.
"They did," Suno said with a sigh as she walked in from her room. She was still wearing her glasses and had her hair up in a ponytail so school hadn't gotten out that long ago. "They were doing history today, or at least that's what Alice told me the lesson plan was, and apparently a lot more recent history than I'd expected. Goten, be careful!" Suno told her daughter as she continued to race around Gohan. "You're going to make your brother trip! Go out in the backyard and play, okay?" Goten was already gone as Suno shouted after her. "Don't mess up the garden!" She chuckled softly before turning back to Gohan and tapping at a large envelope on the kitchen table that was sealed with a large orange star over a green circle with an H in the center of it. "Your letter came from Orange Star High School today," she told him excitedly. It was the one thing in the former Orange City that hadn't been named after Hercule. Satan City, Satan Banks, Satan Supermarkets. It really was ridiculous.
Gohan picked the letter up and opened it carefully, grinning from ear to ear as Suno couldn't help but stare at him. When had her baby boy gotten so tall? It felt like just a day ago he only came up to her elbow. Then one morning this giant young man came out of Gohan's bedroom, barely fitting in Gohan's pajamas!
"I got in!" Gohan exclaimed happily as he held his acceptance letter high over his head, his feet floating slightly off the ground. Suno whooped for joy and clapped, sharing in her son's excitement. Gohan had been agonizing over this ever since he'd taken the placement test about a month ago. Orange Star High School was one of the most prestigious and difficult to get into schools in the country and Gohan had always worried he'd struggle with his school work when he was forced to drop out of regular classes after effectively losing two years in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. "Ahh, this is awesome!" Gohan cried as he dropped down to the ground, still holding his acceptance letter proudly in both hands. "Classes start next week! Gosh, there's so much I have to do! I have to pick out my classes and buy my textbooks and…" as Gohan rattled off a list of all the things he needed to do in the next week, Suno found herself thinking something and couldn't stop herself from asking.
"How'd things go with that Felix boy the other day, by the way? The one you used to be in art class with? You never told me." Gohan's smile faded and he looked awkwardly down at his feet. "Not great huh?" Suno guessed, offering her son a sympathetic smile. Gohan shrugged.
"It didn't really go at all," he muttered before looking at her. "Mother," he began, "There's something I need to tell you. I…" Gohan paused and chewed on his bottom lip. I don't think I'm… really interested in guys. I think I just like girls." There was a pause as Suno looked at him blankly. "M-mother?" Suno's legs buckled and she collapsed the ground, kicking her feet and letting out peals of uproarious laughter. "Mother! What the heck?!"
"I-I-I…" Suno collapsed again, her whole body shaking with laughter. "I'm sorry!" she wheezed. "I-I'm pffffaaahahaha!" she laughed again before finally pulling herself up with the kitchen table and leaning on it while she wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry Gohan," she gasped out as she tried to collect herself. "I just… I don't think that there's ever been, in the history of the world, someone who had to come out to their parents that they're straight." Gohan looked away in embarrassment and Suno snickered before cupping his face in her hands. "Hey," she said tenderly. "Look at me. Were you really worried about what I'd say?" Gohan had no answer. "You're my son," she reminded him. "I'll always love you no matter who you're interested in. And I know," she added, "That whatever girl you do meet is going to be extremely lucky."
"Mother," Gohan groaned as he pulled away from his mother's hands before pulling her into a hug. Suno hugged Gohan back and patted his back gently before suddenly remembering something.
"Oh!" she told him as they parted. "I got a call from Bulma earlier. She called to tell you that the 'thing' was ready. Whatever that was. So I guess when you get a chance, you should head over to West City." Gohan was grinning from ear to ear and Suno wondered just what this "thing" was.
"Awesome!" he declared excitedly as he put two fingers to his forehead. "I'll be back later!" Then Gohan was gone in a blink and Suno chuckled with a shake of her head before walking to the back door. She had to go make sure Goten wasn't fighting any dinosaurs, or worse, trying to bring one home as a pet.
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"So your original design was a little… silly," Bulma explained to Gohan as she handed him the watch. "Like, I dunno why you thought all of the baggy material with the green oversuit or the gloves and boots looked cool. But," she went on, "I did manage to keep most of the color scheme you had in mind. I wasn't really sure what you wanted me to do with the antenna on the helmet," she admitted, "Since I told you that parabolic hearing isn't really a thing and it'll blow out your eardrums. However, I came up with a little something so it can pick up police and distress radios and intercept 911 calls. Plus," she went on, "The circuits going through the helmet provide a Heads Up Display to show you crimes in the area and how close you are to them. Go ahead," she gestured to the watch as Gohan put it around his wrist. "Give it a shot!" Gohan beamed as he tapped the red button on the watch's side. This had been something he'd been thinking about for about a year now. He had all of this incredible power. Why shouldn't he use it for something other than flying around to see his friends or wrestling giant fish? When he'd told Bulma about the idea, she told him he'd been reading too many mangas but, as his friend, and because she did kind of owe him one for the whole "saving the world" thing, she agreed to help him with his costume idea.
Instantly, Gohan's normal clothes were replaced by his costume and he whirled around exuberantly to look into the full-length mirror Bulma had put in the lab for him. The long, flowing red cape went seamlessly into the green chest plate, which itself blended in well with the green stripes going up the arms, legs, and sides of the form-fitting bodysuit. All of the green was broken up by black on his torso and the inside of his arms and legs, as well as the golden oval on his waist that acted like a sort of belt buckle despite the suit not having a belt. He also had white gloves and boots, not unlike the kind on Vegeta's old armor, but they were seamlessly connected to the bodysuit and clung to him as well. The last piece of the puzzle was his helmet: orange with a black visor and a black crest running along the top of his helmet, plus the two antennae on either side of his head.
"Aw, Bulma!" he exclaimed happily as he checked himself out in the mirror. "This is awesome! It's perfect!" He heard footsteps coming from the hall outside the lab and turned with a grin as Vegeta stopped and stared at him. The King of All Saiyans and owner of the Kings Fashion clothing line (the most popular clothing brand on Earth, to Bulma's chagrin) stood there in his salmon dress shirt with his grey waistcoat, grey dress pants, and brown wingtip shoes with a drink in one hand and a look of disgusted disbelief on his face. "Whaddaya think, Vegeta?" he asked with good natured humor. "Pretty cool, right? You should get Bulma to make you one, too! We could go out and fight crime together!"
"I will go back to being evil and kill you all before that happens," Vegeta responded in a dismally dry tone before taking a sip of his drink and wandering back down the hall.
"Did you really expect him to say yes?" Bulma asked with a smirk as she crossed her arms over her chest. Gohan shrugged and gave a chuckle.
"Not really," he admitted. He was about to press the button again and turn back to normal when he heard a distress call on his antennae.
"Alert!" A panicked voice was saying. "Alert, Alert! This is South City Transit Line, train 2234! My controls are broken and the train is going full speed! I cannot stop! I repeat, I cannot stop! We need immediate assistance!"
"Gotta go, Bulma!" Gohan shouted as he flew out the window, moving so fast that he was already halfway to South City before the words even got to her. In a matter of seconds, Gohan had reached the city and could see the monorail hurtling toward a curve at breakneck speed. A few of the local heroes had already tried to stop it, as Gohan could see from the netting flapping against the nose of the train and the scratch and burn marks dug into its sides, but to no avail. 'What do I do?' Gohan thought as he flew toward it. He couldn't just slam into it and stop it without severely injuring the passengers. And if he grabbed a section of it to hold it up, the train would still bend and people would get injured! He had to find some way to hold it evenly without letting those inside get hurt. Maybe if he could channel some ki through it to keep the train steady while he held it up… the train was about to go flying, Gohan had to think fast!
Those inside the train shrieked with terror and held onto whatever they could; rails, baggage racks, the seats, one another. Anything that could try to soften the impact of what they knew was to come next. They felt the train go hurtling off of the tracks with nothing underneath them and screamed with horror as they cringed and waited for a sudden violent end that… never came. Something, they realized, was holding them up.
The people down on the ground looked up in amazement, many of them holding up their phones to record what they were seeing. It was a flying man, dressed in green, black, and red, holding the monorail effortlessly over his head. Most noticeably of all, he was smiling.
'That,' Gohan thought to himself as he held up the train with a ki current running through it to keep it stable, 'Went a lot better than I thought it might.' It wasn't quite the public debut he'd been planning on— he certainly couldn't pose in this particular instance— but it was certainly effective. People were staring up at him with wide-eyed wonder and he couldn't help the smile that came to his face or the booming laugh that followed. "Fear not, citizens!" he called out in a somewhat–put on deep voice. "Help has arrived! Because I am here!" He set the train down gently and ripped the doors off their hinges so that everyone could get out safely. Someone with a phone ran up to Gohan and pointed it at him.
"H-hey," the person stammered, a dark-skinned young man in a prep school uniform with his phone shaking in his hand. "Who the heck are you? H-how did you do that?!" Gohan smiled again, even wider this time. This was perfect! He hopped onto the top of the train and threw one arm out in front of him, striking a dramatic pose.
"I am he who does not allow evil to prevail!" he cried as he shuffled his feet and struck a second pose. "I am the protector of all mankind!" He spun around into a third pose, just like he'd practiced with his cape giving a dramatic twirl. "I am the champion of justice! I am…" he went into his final pose, bending at the knees and putting his arms over his head to create an M-shape that went in line with his antennae. "The Great Saiyaman!" There was a hushed silence as everyone stared at him and Gohan kept right on smiling. 'I nailed it!' he thought enthusiastically. Then the silence went a little longer. '...Didn't I?'
The civilians burst into cheers and clapped excitedly, whooping and whistling. Someone started a chant and within seconds, they were all doing it.
"Saiyaman! Saiyaman! Saiyaman!" Gohan flashed them a smile and laughed again as he flew off into the sky. He saw a speeding car escape a high-speed chase with some police car with the crooks climbing into a boat with their stolen loot. They whooped and hollered once they were out on the open water, thinking they were home free. That was, of course, until the Great Saiyaman landed on their boat. While Gohan's eyes were locked with the boat's driver, one of the other crooks came up from behind Gohan and whacked him in the back with a crowbar. Gohan didn't even flinch and turned to look at the robber as his whole body was shaking from the reverberation of the crowbar hitting Gohan.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a playful tone. "Getting some bad vibrations?" He bent the steel bars of the boat's handrails around the criminals' wrists before depositing the entire thing in the streets of South City outside of the precinct, leaving the officers very confused.
On the way back home, however, something caught his visor's attention in East City and he swung over to make a stop. A man was using specialized grips to climb the side of a bank to the top floors, where all of the rich people's safety deposit boxes were with their jewels and deeds and other priceless valuables. He'd already hit the second-highest floor and was getting close to where he'd need to make the cut through the glass to slip in on the top floor when his suction cup came down on… a white boot. He looked up in confusion at a man in a black and green suit… with a red cape.
"Hi there," Gohan said cheerfully in his Saiyaman voice with his arms crossed over his chest. "Something wrong with the elevator?" The man screamed and fell backwards, dropping out of the sky and plummeting to the ground below. He fell maybe five stories before Gohan caught him and deposited him safely to the ground, where a police officer was conveniently walking by on his patrol. "Good afternoon," Gohan said to the bewildered officer as he held out his hand and read the man's name tag. "Officer Mooney! You know, they say confession's good for the soul," he reached into the thief's bag of stolen goods and produced a string of pearls. "I'd listen to this man." He shoved the pearls back in the man's pocket before handing him over to Mooney. "Take him away. Have a good day, Officer!" Then he flew off again and tapped on his watch once he was above the clouds to disappear from sight before using Instant Transmission to get home without anyone in the neighborhood seeing him.
"So," Suno said when he materialized in the living room. "You have a fun little afternoon?"
"Whaddaya mean, mother?" Gohan asked innocently.
"We saw you on TV, big bro!" Goten cried energetically as she pointed to the TV while jumping on the couch. Sure enough, they were talking about the Great Saiyaman.
"Wh-what?" Gohan stammered unconvincingly. "I-I dunno what you're talking about! That's got nothing to do with me!" Suno smiled and patted her son on the arm.
"I'm proud of you," she told him earnestly as she leaned up to give him a peck on the cheek. "Just don't get too into the habit of it, alright? I don't want this Saiyaman business to take priority over your school life. Goten!" she suddenly added curtly as she spun on her heels and pointed at her daughter. "I told you not to jump on the couch!"
"Awww…" Goten whined glumly as she crossed her arms and sat down on the couch with a huff.
"Don't you give me that look, young lady," Suno scolded her as Gohan walked into his room. "If you keep pouting like that you won't get an ice cream sandwich after dinner." Gohan had barely sat down at his desk before his cell phone buzzed and he saw that he was getting a phone call from Yamcha.
"Oh hey, Yamcha!" Gohan greeted cheerfully. "What's up?"
"Thanks for putting me into retirement, kid," Yamcha replied in a surprisingly sour tone.
"What?" Gohan asked curiously. "What're you talking about?"
"I'm just kidding!" Yamcha assured him with his more natural jovial voice. "I mean, I knew I'd have to give up the whole superhero thing eventually. I just figured I'd get another week to figure it out."
"What?!" Gohan cried in exasperation. "You know, too? Gah! Is there anybody who doesn't know I'm the Great Saiyaman?!"
"...Really?" Yamcha asked.
"What?"
"That's what you're goin' with?"
"What's wrong with it?!"
"Nothin', nothin'! Look, don't worry. The only people who know you're the Great Saiyaman are the people who know you, Gohan. You'll be fine. Now," Yamcha continued, "If you'll excuse me. I gotta go look in the classifieds. Tell your mom I said hi!" Then Yamcha hung up. Gohan let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed at his temples.
"Well," he muttered to himself, "As long as it's just the people who know who I am…"
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It was a perfect day for Videl Satan. Granted, most people's perfect day didn't involve dropping out of a helicopter into the mayor's office to deal with a hostage situation but, hey, when you were the best, you weren't most people. She certainly didn't look dressed for the occasion in her black shorts, fingerless gloves, black running shoes, or purple shirt, with her pigtails flapping in the breeze. Not a scrap of body armor or other protection but then she didn't need it. What was she, some kinda pussy?
"Are you sure about this, Ms. Satan?" One of the officers asked over the roar of the helicopter blades. "You really should let a professional handle this! Or at least let us send in some backup!"
"My name's on the city!" Videl shot back at him. "I am the backup!" Then she dropped backward out of the airplane, tucking into a ball and rolling before coming down through the roof of the mayor's office in a crouch. The terrorists, having been posted at every window, turned and looked at Videl in shock. She sprang instantly to her feet, launching herself across the room to knock the gun out of a foxman's hand to before driving the point of her elbow up under his chin and knocking him unconscious. She did a back handspring to the other side of the room and drove her feet into another man's chest to take him out, pushing off of him and sliding across the mayor's desk to leap up with a knee across the jaw of a crocodileman that knocked him into an alligatorman, knocking them both out. She came up in a fighting stance and spun around at the sound of a hammer cocking to see the bearman, Urskine Middendorffi, with one huge hand around the mayor's throat and the other hand pointing a gun at the mayor's head.
"Alright," Urskine growled. "You had your fun. You beat up my guys. Now here's what's going to happen. You're going to walk out of that door. The mayor is going to sign this document admitting that he had my entire neighborhood bulldozed to make a stupid theme park for your father. Then he's going to jail and I'm going to walk out of here free. No one gets hurt." Videl glared at him and he pointed his gun at her instead. "Or," he offered, "Since you can't get to me before I pull the trigger, you'll get hurt."
"Sorry," she told him icily, "But I don't make deals with terr–" there was a whoosh of air and green and black blur swept through the room. "Or–" The Great Saiyaman was standing beside her with the bear's gun crumpled in his hand and the bear himself out cold on the floor. "...Ists?" Videl blinked as her brain caught up with everything that'd just happened.
"Don't worry, miss," Great Saiyaman boomed out in his ridiculous, put-on voice. "I've got things under control." Videl rolled her eyes and wanted to slug him in the jaw. It was bad enough that this idiot had been flying around the rest of the world for the last six days, now he was in her town, too? Then he turned to the Mayor, who was shaking like a leaf. "However," he said in a stern tone. "If what Mr. Middendorffi said was true…" the mayor nervously shook his head and the Great Saiyaman nodded. "Alright then," he said as he put out his hand for Videl to shake. "I'm glad I could be of assist-aaaaaah!" Videl grabbed The Great Saiyaman by the arm and yanked with all her might, flipping him head over heels and sending him crashing into the wall. "What was that for?!" he asked in his more normal voice.
"I dunno who you are," Videl told him as she pointed an accusatory finger at him. "But you'd better keep your nose out of Satan City! You know why there are no other costumed goofs like you around here? Because the city has me! I won't tolerate vigilantism in my town!" Great Saiyaman stood up and dusted himself off.
"I go where I'm needed, miss," he said in his showy voice. "Whether that's convenient to you or not." Then he flew through the hole Videl had made in the roof without another word.
"Jeez," Videl muttered to herself with a roll of her eyes. "I've got enough on my plate with school starting tomorrow and the Budoukai coming up without this idiot to deal with."
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"Jeez," Gohan muttered as he flipped through his Literature book. "They really expect you to read a lot before the semester starts, huh?" He had to cram, though. School started tomorrow and he still had to get in his required reading for Literature, Social Studies, and Economics. He paused and rubbed at his eyes, already starting to get sore from the physics and anthropology textbooks he'd read through. Maybe he needed a break.
'Son Gohan,' a woman's voice whispered in his head. Gohan sprang to his feet and balled his fists, looking around as he got into a defensive stance. 'Do not be alarmed,' she told him in a calming tone. 'I am not your enemy.'
"Sorry," Gohan replied dryly to nothing as he turned slowly in a circle. "I tend not to trust random voices of people I don't know."
'Very well,' the voice said softly. 'Then I will show you.' Gohan didn't even blink and he was suddenly out of his house, off of his planet, hurtling through space. He was floating above a planet that looked strangely familiar to him before he was suddenly on the ground. The blue grass… the green waters. He was on planet Namek! But the creatures that inhabited the planet certainly didn't look like Namekians. They were somewhere between frogs and dinosaurs. They were bright green with smooth skin and quivering antennae, lumbering around on all fours with sacs in their throat that shook and quivered as they opened their mouths to let out a trumpeting bray.
"I-I don't understand…" Gohan muttered as he looked around. "What is this?"
'This is Namek,' the voice told him. 'Six million years ago.' Then there was a shimmering light and a woman appeared on the water, her every step creating a ripple. She was almost hauntingly beautiful, with purple skin and long white hair, dressed in pink and red. She was carrying a small statue of Porunga and seven gray orbs in her arms. 'That is me,' she told him. The woman laid the statue and the balls on the ground and Gohan watched as she whispered something. The Dragon Balls grew and turned into shimmering orange spheres and Porunga turned green and yellow, coming to live as he exploded into life and towered over everything. The Dragon Balls hovered around him before shooting off into the sky. 'I breathed life into their god,' she explained, 'And gave them the Dragon Balls. I don't seem so bad now, do I?' Gohan pursed his lips in thought. 'Very well,' she said again. 'Perhaps another example.' Gohan was plucked away again to another world, one which he had never seen before. The woman was there and pricked her thumb, letting her blood seep into the ground. Then hundreds of thousands of years passed and the beings on the planet became at least somewhat familiar to him. They walked with a slight hunch like primitive man with coarse hair covering their bodies but the tails and spiked heads of hair were unmistakable. These were primitive Saiyans. The woman appeared again and reached up into the sky, plucking the moon out of the stars and holding her hands as though it were the size of a basketball. Then she tossed it up into the air where it hung in its natural place in the sky. The primitive Saiyans looked up at it and transformed before his very eyes into towering apes, howling and beating their chests. Gohan realized he was looking at the first Oozaru. Thousands of years passed again and now the Saiyans looked more or less normal, although they were dressed in rags and covered in dirt. The purple woman appeared again in the huts of one of these Saiyans while she slept and whispered something in the Saiyan woman's ear, putting a hand on the woman's heart and pressing her lips to the Saiyan's forehead. Then she was gone and the Saiyan rose from her bed with a howl, beating her chest as she roared with power and her black hair flashed into gold.
"The first Super Saiyan," Gohan murmured in astonishment. Then he wasn't on any planet or even in space. He was hovering out in a white abyss, outside of space and time. It reminded him of the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
"So you see?" the woman said as she appeared in front of him, looking a few years older than she had before. "You owe a lot to me, Son Gohan. So now, there's something I need from you."
"Wait, wait, wait," Gohan said as he held up his hands. "I-I don't understand. What are you? A-are you… are you God?"
"Yes," the woman replied immediately with an easy smile. "I suppose I am. I am Xī," she explained. "The highest of all Kaiou. I am the Kaioushin."
"Jeez," Gohan muttered as he scratched the back of his head. "I-I mean… I guess I can help but I don't know what the heck you could possibly need from me."
"I need your help," she explained, "Because I have discovered something terrible on Earth. I need you to help me destroy the ultimate evil. The Monster called Majin Boo."
"M-Majin Who?" Gohan asked. "I-I don't understand." He'd thought the ultimate evil was Freeza or Cell. What was worse than them?!
"I know you don't," the Kaioushin told him. "So I will teach you."